Infested

Too spooky for the world, lock me up and toss the key The madness isn't sadness this is just my sanity As I creep one by one counting victims for the fun Okie doke grab the rope Break ya neck before ya choke Cut the lights I hear the voices in the dark They plotting on my death cause I'm infested at the heart No hope for my soul, what they said from the start Now my futures in the dungeon on a bed of body parts Chase you within your dreams You running while in place Screams try to come out but the efforts just a waste Cuts coming from no place, rip the skin right off your face Pulling nails, yanking teeth So sadistic with my taste Homicide on the rise by the violence of our kind It's a cat and mouse game and I'm the dog who's here to bite Cut throat razor blades, now it's time to set the stage Come and witness to the rage of a misfit on the slay Broken bones lead the path to my cave I don't think you're ready for an early grave So let this be a warning it's your lucky day, go and pray Cause next time I promise you won't get away

Smoking on a bag, eye balls red Popping off the junt Homicidal thoughts, they fill my head It makes my body numb Yeah don't test me punk Watch your step, I'm bound to pop All I hear is talking from your side But me I know you lying And if you're feeling lucky come and do your thing Fucking with the h-y-d-r-a I'll catch you slipping mane Naw I ain't gon' rob you I'll just stab you till your liver fades And if you wanna step on like a man I'm down to hit the paint In my veins flows a deadly urge to fight so knuckle up Bitch I'll put this bow right across your face And watch you hit the dust I'm just a loose screw Run your mouth, you're bound to drop Busta quit the talking, do some work It's time to walk it out Petrified, shaking in your boots off in the alleyway Thinking about those options that I gave you like the other day But it's too late All I see is red I've done made up my mind You should have thought about it Now this blade I'll press between your spine Yeah I heard it though the grapevine that you wanted smoke Well come and get it I'm gon' lay it the fuck down We buck wild off in the south, it's raining blood You claim you making a stain but I wish you would It's the 3